Without referees and third-party spectators, on a small reef island surrounded by the sea, a brave man won a narrow road, representing the indiscriminate fighting competition between countries and soldiers is about to begin.

Huang Zhipeng whispered while moving all the joints of his body: "They are all professional soldiers. Although they are just air forces, look at their bodies and postures. They have obviously received fighting training. They are definitely not easy to chew! Brother, how many can you do?"

"How can you grit your teeth and let it go, how about you?"

"I can let two out!" Huang Zhipeng suddenly widened his eyes, and he whispered in a low voice: "If you can let two out, I can let two out too. What should I do if the remaining two of them are?"

Zhan Xiage said indifferently: "Don't worry, these foreigners are so arrogant, now we can beat each one!"

Patting Huang Zhipeng's shoulder, Zhan Xia sang: "I'll go first. You are here to rush around and prepare for these foreigners to rush forward without following the rules and fight a group of fights and be beaten by more than a dozen fists!"

Without waiting for Huang Zhipeng to answer, Zhan Xiage walked to the center of the island, and posed the most common provocative move in the King of Fighters game towards the six pilots, and said proudly: "Come on, come on, let you see how powerful we Chinese are!"

A pilot took off his flight suit soaked in sea water, revealing his upper chest muscles that were as strong as a cheetah. He walked to the place less than three meters in front of Zhan Xiage, stared straight into Zhan Xiage's eyes, and said in a blunt and strange sound, "I haven't seen it yet. Can, it surprises me, Chinese! Thirty seconds!"

Zhan Xiage raised his eyebrows and said, "Hmm?!"

Huang Zhipeng stood behind the War Heroes and shouted loudly: "Company Commander, this yellow-haired monkey means that he will beat you up in thirty seconds!"

"Dream!" Zhan Xiage raised a strange smile on his face and shouted: "I (I) want to passion (passion), smile (smile), love (love), eternity (eternity), fantastic (strange)... Fuck YOU (your) mum (mom)!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhan Xiage saw a pair of iron fists, attacking like Toms's spinning heavy machine gun bullets. Before he could reach out to protect his vital points, the other party practiced an impeccable combination punch on his face!

Before entering the aviation force, this pilot must be a third-rate boxer who lives by fighting in a bar. Otherwise, how could his fists be so fast, so fierce and so accurate? Zhan Xiage tried hard to open his eyes, but in front of him, in addition to fists, he was also fists!

"Bao!Bao!Bao!!Bao!!"

The pilot boxer arched left and right on Zhan Xiage's face. Finally, he swung his body round and punched a right hook at Zhan Xiage's chin, which was fooled by him and had lost his body's balance. Zhan Xiage let out a terrible hum, and his whole person was thrown in the air by this punch and threw it into the air more than half a foot high, falling heavily onto the solid ground of the reef island.

The other five pilots, including the captain, were blowing whistles. The boxer pilot stretched out his hands proudly. One pilot looked at his watch and shouted: "John, you did a good job. It took twenty-seven seconds to punch him in the face!"

Huang Zhipeng looked at the Zhan Xiage lying on the ground and shouted: "Company Commander, don't lie there and pretend to be dead and throw away our Chinese soldiers' faces. What is the strength of the other party?"

"Weak! Weak! Weak! Weak! It's so weak! He's so big, his muscles look so terrifying, but how come the fists he hit are so weak that they are not as weak as a twelve-year-old child?"

Zhan Xiage supported his body bit by bit. His face was obviously beaten to the point of his nose and swollen face, but he raised the corner of his mouth to the boxer pilot, revealing a blue and purple slit with a few blood marks on his face. When he saw it, he couldn't help but feel a chill smile in his heart, and he laughed: "It's my turn now!"

First, he fought with Liu Wei, who had three-stage karate black belts at the Fifth Special Forces Elite Training School, and then he chased the veterans of the reconnaissance company every day in the 136th Army. He was beaten up for a whole year as a sandbag. Even if Zhan Xiage's ability to fight against attacks is not unparalleled, he is definitely not something that an amateur third-rate boxer can let go with a combination of punches!

"Bang!"

The boxer pilot hit Zhan Xiage in the face with another punch.

"Why..."

Zhan Xiage bent his body, and his elbow pushed forward hard, hitting the opponent's... lower abdomen! The fighting trick taught by Jin Zexi, a master of the seventh karate black belt, is easy to use!

Zhan Xia singer passed through the lower hips of the boxer pilot, and his shoulders pressed against the other party's lower abdomen. Zhan Xia Ge widened his eyes and suddenly let out a roar. The explosive power that had accumulated for a long time in his body burst out with all his strength. He actually carried the opponent's body weighing 100 kilograms and threw it behind him. At the same time, Zhan Xia Ge shouted wildly: "This is for the female college student in Peking who was raped by you bastards decades ago!"

Huang Zhipeng slapped and shouted, "Yes, avenge your grandma!"

Throwing the boxer pilot backwards, Zhan Xiage's hands tightly grabbed the hairs on the other party's chest. As the boxer pilot fell to the ground together, the two people's bodies rolled into a ball on the ground. Zhan Xiage kicked his right leg hard and kicked the boxer pilot into the air. He shouted: "This is for the hundreds of thousands of martyrs who were killed and injured on the Korean battlefield!"

Huang Zhipeng jumped and shouted, "Yes, avenge your grandfather!"

Zhan Xiage reached out and used the roughest movement to pull the boxer pilot who had fallen into tears and his eyes were dizzy and swelled from the ground. He punched the other party's nose and splattered blood. He roared angrily: "This is for you who once yelled to drop nuclear bombs in China every day!"

"Yes, avenge your dad!"

"Ba!Ba!Ba!Ba!Ba!Ba…"

Zhan Xiage slapped more than a dozen big slaps on the other party in the face, "This is for you to incite Vietnam and let our China fight the Vietnam War for a whole decade!"

Huang Zhipeng: "Yes, avenge your mother!"

"Bang!"

"Let you advocate the Chinese threat theory every day!"

"Bang!"

"Let you support Afghanistan and let their guerrillas run to our territory every day!"

"Bang!"

"Let you drive a bullshit reconnaissance plane every day!"

...

An hour and a half later, Chinese rescue ships finally found this small reef island. When the rescue team members walked to the island, they all widened their eyes.

Because on this small island with less than 50 square meters, eight soldiers who were completely beaten into pig's heads after fighting for no reason. What made the rescuers laugh and cry the most was that these eight people were out of strength to fight, and they even stared at each other viciously and started a spitting battle between two and six.

Their bodies were covered with saliva, and they looked sticky and greasy, making them feel nauseous.

After being carried onto the rescue ship, Zhan Xiage kept laughing, laughing so hard that he rolled on the ground and had cramps. He smiled and shouted, "Hahahaha... The foreigner wanted to spit me just now, and just opened his mouth, my thick phlegm spit into his mouth. His expression was so wonderful at that time, as if I had pinched my nose and forced a hundred green-headed flies into it. His two eyes were even as big as a table tennis ball! Hahaha... Although it was two against six, we two brothers won the battle!"
Chapter completed!